Awe such a sweet side to Jaxon! Hopefully he doesn't ruin this moment by saying or doing something stupid!
Layla. We had went back to the hospital after our day, and part of the night, outside. It was wonderful and I felt some much needed energy enter my body and soul after we had returned. I was a little upset that I had to be put back in my dungeon, as I called it, but Jaxon promised if I work hard every week then he will try and take me outside at the end of each week if I am able to start gaining control of my powers. The days have passed slowly and I have felt more in control of my emotions the more time I spend with Jaxon and we open up to each other. Just last night he came and brought me my supper and we ate together. He told me some more about werewolf heritage and how they originated. I was so engrossed in his stories that he had to stop several times to remind me to eat my food. I have gained a little weight but nothing crazy, if anything it has accentuated my small curves into modern sized and I feel confident in them. Shelly has been kind enough to go out and get me some n
The eyes are black as night and his hot breath smells like rotten carcasses. He is a dirty gray color with scars littering his body. He shifts into a young man that is tall and lanky and also covered in scars from head to toe. Some are circular, like cigarette burns, and others look like he has been cut up with knives and claws so many times. My heart pities him, such a rough life for someone so young.Another man approaches with long nappy hair that is on its way to becoming dreadlocks with how unmaintained it is. He is also covered in scars and missing part of an ear. He wipes his bleeding nose with the back of his hand."You did good Rourke," He grumbles as he slaps the young man on his back, hard. "Boss will be pleased. Hell, he may even feed your skinny ass. Let's grab her and get the hell out of here before that sadistic bastard catches us." He says as he wipes more blood from his nose.Five more naked guys all in the same state show up. They are all bleed
Jaxon. I have no idea if this is a part of Doc's final test or not. The way these wolves are fighting, it isn't a game to them. They are going for the kill. Watching Trev get a chunk of his ribs ripped out and the way he cried out in wolf form was enough of a sign that this might just be a real attack. I have faith in Grey to get Layla to safety, so I continue working on taking out these bastards. Every time I get one down two more resume the fallens place. I reached out to my warriors who have just arrived to help Trev and I take out the trash and we begin taking them down with ease now that the playing field is level. I'm trying not to let my mind wonder to Layla because everytime I lose focus a new wolf gets the jump on me. I watch as Trev's body is trying to heal but due to him not being in a resting state, it is having a hard time catching up. Every breath he takes I watch the skin on his ribs seperate and his rib cage shines bright white through the muscles and seperated tissu
Layla. "What did you do?!" Jaxon yells at me. I have no words, because I don't understand what it is I just did. I am watching with bated breath as Grey gasps for air. The slice in his neck slowly starts weaving itself back together as the blood stops pouring from the wound. The burns around his ankles and wrists from the cuffs are changing back into healthy pink skin. His wounds on his face start pulsing as the blood starts circulating back through his body and they, too, begin to heal. All I had done was cried on him as I prayed for him to live. Prayed for him to get better. I couldn't stand the thought of losing yet another person because of me. Sure I wasn't the one that ultimately killed him, but it was because of me none the less. I watch as Grey coughs a few times as Jaxon goes down on his hands and knees to sit behind Grey and pull him into a slight sitting up position against his chest to allow oxygen to enter his body easier. All I can do, is watch. Whatever I did saved
Jaxon. I'm sitting here watching my two best friends get stitched up thinking about what has transpired here tonight. Shelly pulled me to the side as soon as Trev and Grey were situated to fill me in on what she saw Doc do and it makes my blood boil thinking about his betrayal. (Flashback- 30 minutes ago) "Can I talk to you in private?" Shelly asks as she begins to wring her hands together looking nervous and uncomfortable. She keeps glancing at the other nurses working around us. I silently nod my head and let her lead the way. She takes me down the hall to Doc's abandoned office. We enter and she turns and locks the door. "Sorry this is the only soundproof room I could think to bring you to. I don't know what to even say, I am flabbergasted thinking he would do something to this extreme." She says as she begins to pace. She is chewing on her fingernails and I can tell she is uncomfortable. I walk over to Shelly and gently take both her shoulders in my hands, haulting her movem
Jaxon. My heart stutters at her gesture and boldness to initiate this form of intimacy. She's never done this before and I am afraid to move for fear of her coming to her senses and withdrawing. I kiss her back gingerly, trying to prolong this feeling of bliss. Sparks dance across my tongue as she fights for dominance and burn a path down to my loins. I am instantly hard and want nothing more than to take her here in this moment, in the shower. Layla breaks free gasping for air and I notice the slightest flicker of the beast within her eyes as it tries to take hold. Her heat is rising and causing steam to roll off her skin where the water is kissing her body. Talk about heating things up! I watch as she licks her lower lips before slowly dropping down to her knees with my erect member pointing in her face. She drags her nails painfully slow down my body and I can see the red lines forming from the pressure as her nails scratch my body. It doesn't hurt, quite the opposite really. My
Layla."What was that?" Jaxon asks as we lay tangled in each others arms. His hand is drawing lazy circles along my spine as my head rest on his chest listening to his steady heart beat. My left leg is thrown over his left leg, and his right leg is on top of my left. Sort of like a leg sandwich. We are both still naked and sticky from sweat. "What do you mean?" I ask as my eyes start to close. I'm not tired, I just don't want to have this conversation. "What you started in the shower. What was that?" He asks again."I don't know," I lie. "I think you do. We need to talk about it," He presses."No we don't." I say sternly as I feel embarrassment creep up my cheeks. Jaxon untangles his legs from my own and rolls out from underneath me. Unexpecting his move, my head thumps off my bed. I sit up and face him as he stalks towards the bathroom before returning with some fresh clothes for himself. I watch as he gets dressed without saying another word. Once he is finally dressed in a pair
Jaxon."What did you just say?" I ask as I look at Shelly who is pale with fear dancing in her eyes."Gregore Villas?" Layla questions as she tilts her head up to look at me before looking over at Shelly who looks like she is about to throw up."Are you sure that is what Doc said?" I ask for confirmation. It can't be Villas, he died almost 20 years ago in an unexpected fire. At least that is what everyone was told and the old Council had confirmed it. But they could have been lying. They lied about alot and were exploited for their involvement with wolf trafficking, prostitution, and murder. They were executed by my father and a handful of other Alpha's after a brutal battle just before my father was killed. I always wondered if the execution of the Council members went hand in hand with the attack on our pack that killed both my parents."Yes I am sure," Layla says confidently as she sits up in my lap. Anger surges through my veins as yet another incident has emerged because of the o
Jaxon grabs me by my waist and lifts me up before turning me and bending me over the sink basin. I am looking as myself in the mirror and I see him behind me eyeing my plump cheeks. He looks into my eyes in the mirror and that wolfish grin greets me like an old friend. He lifts his hand and slaps it hard across my right cheek and I know that it will leave a mark. I feel heat drip down my legs from the pleasure of the pain. Jaxon dips his middle finger between my thighs and twists just the tip of his finger around my entrance before he withdraws and sucks the juices off. His eyes roll to the back of his head as he licks it clean. The act alone causes a shiver to run down my spine."Do you like when I spank you, little sparrow?" Jaxon asks and his voice is laced with Ash's voice making it deep and crackley. I nod my head unable to find my voice, "Use your words Layla or this stops now." Jaxon commands."Yes, Alpha," I respond breathlessly."Tell me what you like.""I like when you spank
Layla. Jaxon and I spent the morning cleaning up the mess of ash out of my room. We also got ahold of Sebastian and asked if he could update my room after the builders fix it up. I still feel such strong guilt at what happened but Jaxon has reassured me I can't control what I dream nor how it will affect me. I had told him what my dream was about and he had looked concerned before mind linking Trev to see if he could get in touch with Gretchen. If she doesn't show up in the next few days we will have to disappear for a while. The outside world beyond our borders has been extremely quiet. Almost too quiet. Every so often when I take my morning run along the borders I get this feeling that I am being watched. I have told Jaxon about it but everytime he sends his trackers and a few patrol wolves out, they can't find any sign that anybody was there. The feeling doesn't happen every time I run otherwise I would think some paranoia had set in, but it is happening more frequently that it i
Jaxon. Last night after dinner, Layla and I decided to go for a walk through the packlands and look at the empty night sky getting to know each other better. I've learned her favorite color is sky blue, favorite food is Italian of any kind, she hates the smell of red peppers, and she never had a pet growing up but she always wanted a cat. A white one to be exact. She also told me about her childhood and how empty it was. My heart broke for her because she literally had no one growing up, not even a friend. My life was so full of love from my family, the pack, a never ending supply of friends. That's the beauty of belonging to a pack, you never feel alone. She said that's why she loves being here so much, she feels accepted even if she is different from all the wolves, she has never been made to feel left out. Except when she was in the cells originally and when the accident with Emma happened. But she understood both instances and still feels so much guilt about Emma. I miss my siste
Layla. I am running through the field of wild flowers, the place where Jaxon brought me when I had my minor break down. Our place. It is dark tonight but the full moon illuminates my way. I can hear the screaming of my pack members and I push my legs harder and faster as I race to save them. I can hear Ash's paws as they beat against the dirt trying to get to me, but I can't see him. He was at the packhouse getting us some drinks when the wolves breached our boarders and started the attack only moments ago. I can hear wolves howling all around the meadow inside the forest line. They are getting closer. Just as Ash breaks through the tree line a fire ball crashed into the earth right next to him. He quickly jumps to the side and throws his head up to the sky. The moon is beginning to cry again and it's tears are like fire balls crashing into the earth. They are unpredictable where they land and they have no remorse for the casualties they cause. The falling fire balls light up a path
Jaxon. It has been four days sense Gretchen left to go to her old coven and try to solidify some answers as to what Layla is. She never did tell us her thoughts because she wanted to be sure. I have eight days before she is supposed to return, otherwise I need to get Layla out of here. I don't even know where we would go or if I would even have the strength to leave the pack without their Alpha. Things the last four days have seemed almost too easy. No attacks, Layla and I are becoming more and more public with our affection, the pack seems to like her immensely. I couldn't be more grateful for their acceptance of their future Luna, and I couldn't be more blessed with this bond the Moon Goddess has chosen for me. We still have not marked each other yet, I still feel deep down that it is not the right time. Something in the universe is sending me mixed signals so I have waited. Layla doesn't seem to mind that I haven't marked her yet and agrees with me that it is not the right time.
Gretchen. The wind is rustling the leaves of the tree above me. It's dark, too dark. Even for this clouded night, it's almost as if the sky is falling and closing in on me. There is only one thing that can make me feel this suffocated. Black Magic. (Flashback- 5 Hours Ago) I had reached my previous coven two nights after I left Alpha Jaxon's pack and was greated with burned down houses, hanging witches swinging from the trees. Not even the young children were spared. Everyone I used to know, love, and chant with, are just gone. I searched every house, store, even the small council office. Nothing but silence and the pungent smell of rotting flesh. The magic of the dead floated through the air like a thick and tainted fog, making it hard to breath. And yet, I could still smell the simmering sparks of live magic in the air. I knew I had to be vigilant, so I had quickly drawn a memory erasing vigil in the dirt. I used my blood in both chalices; the one that the spell is used agains
Jaxon.I cant believe she accepted his offer. I cant let that happen. Ever. For one, Layla would not be able to handle his aggressive state when mating and she would end up getting seriously hurt or worse. And for two, because she is our mate and I have not marked her yet, Ash would mark her and if he marks her in his wolf form, she will more than likely die from the impact of the injury. His canines would pierce through her bone and rip apart blood vessels or worse, arteries, and she could bleed out. Add that to the amount of venom that would produce through his canines virsus the amount produced through my teeth and the concoction would burn through her organs like acid. She still maintains her human form and has never completed her shift and I know her organs are not as strong as those of wolves. Nothing about her dainty human form would be able to prepare her for mating with a full wolf. Even with her flames, I don't think it would even be enough to counter the effect of the venom
I take off running through the halls and can still hear everyone yelling encouraging words to their Alpha to catch me. I can hear his echoing footsteps through the halls, but I have a lead on him. I turn down the hall that leads to the stairs and I run at full speed, my feet slapping against the marble floors. Getting to the stairs I begin taking them two at a time trying to reach the safety of my room before Jaxon catches me. I just reach the top of the third floor when I am tackled to the floor and the air in my lungs escapes in one violent whoosh. It doesn't hurt but it caught me by surprise as I hadn't even heard him catch up. Jaxon flips me over onto my back and pins my hands next to my head. We are both out of breath and covered in food, my hair sticks to the floor from the hickory sauce. I look at Jaxon and see the after effects of the cake bomb covering his chest and splattered across his cheeks. "You've got a little something right-" I am cut off when he claims my lips in a
Layla.Sitting on Jaxon's lap visiting with the other pack members has actually been a huge comfort. I never dreamed I could fit in and allow myself to feel like I am apart of a family. A family that I still have yet to fully figure out, but a family none the less."Here, Allie, let me take RoRo so you can finish eating," I suggest as I stretch my arms across the table for the baby."You haven't ate anything yet, either," Allie says as she tries to juggle RoRo and cut her steak at the same time. I push up on Jaxon's lap and lean over, trying to avoid his plate of food infront of me, and grab the baby. Allie, seeing my attempt to hold the sweet child, finally obliges and meets me half way to hand the baby over.Holding little RoRo I can't help but feel a warmth of joy spread throughout my heart and it is so overwhelming I feel my eyes tear up at the thought of holding my own daughter some day. I never had the white picket fence family growing up, quite the opposite really. But I know I